Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves
Now my main wife dead as shaded bricks
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
Stickin' dick to eve before she was Adams mistress
You think you can fuck around but kid you're just thinking
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten
Knockin' niggas three times my size out
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my point camarro
If you survive then you can cover your scar with a beard
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you defeating
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick wit it
She tried swallowing a nine piece
Twice as African as KRS is who wanna test this
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
Going once going twice sold to that nigga name Canibus
Niggas like Segal Steven putting emcees in
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
I got a headache from the stress success not wearing a vest
Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick
A plus the lyrically superb one spittin' rhymes
You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
The crowd loves me so when I ain't around they ask for me
I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled
The president of chicken head conventions
I'll rip you from the backyard park chances stays it
Five eleven for being dirty and quarts of nine thirty
All that shit you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock
Rotten shit make the opposite team call the time out
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
The more the merrier secure the area
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Who wanna cipher I get dumb
Family is raged the world is acting crazy
I bounce like trampolines when I be blowing the feces to pieces
Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya
For the fast money I get up in that ass money
When the source set it down I'm inner serviced
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
To get ya weight up fuckin' with Canibus you get ate up
The canibus is spitten till he's spitless
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me
I leave crews fed up like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
We don't don't jack cars we jack for air craft carriers
If you got nine lives l'll take eight of them off your hands right now
On point like a knife I'm taking life as a gamble
Forgot the warrantee on false teeth
More than 50 bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars
An emcee so ill I got aids scared to catch me
I grab mics and push niggas to the left
I go on and on like Erykah Badu
Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and rev run
Canibus brings the sickest drama
Before honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
My hypothesis is that nobody can see this
My life familiar is ultimate superior
I'm putten every wack emcee alive on my shit list
Against the mutha fuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
Kicken boring raps with metaphors thats wack
It's over when I'm sober imagine when I'm drinking
Without blinking man I'll tear your crew like pages
Me and Mr.Cheeks a plus and funk doctor
All of y'all mutha fuckas need nordatrack
Before Christ created Christmas I been in lyrical fitness
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican queens fashion
Assault and battery like my palms was ever ready
I'm the illest from queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
50 bars of total sickness you won't forget this
I give you a deluxe Klu Klux legend
Positions to prevent them from breathing
Sharp as machetes matter of fact I slap for cognac
Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
A hundred times nicer than the best is
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin' noggin'
Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
Living in the rotten apple yo where every corner is rotten
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
Playing with the mic is something I wont do
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
I get punished like Pharrow for splittin'
What's the matter with y'all I splatter y'all
Official lost boyz since the year of '86
I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred watts
Hymn 'em like sewing machines and Jesus
Verbally vicious telekenetically gifted
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringing my name up
My only concern when I approach you is to roast you
From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle
Lyrical genius I got it sown like a seamstress
Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
My style is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide speeding bust
But if you want to battle I'm down
To cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to worship
I back up three eighty and my stash for protection
I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin' lifted
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
